A Novel in 300 parts, give or take. Jasfoup the demon uncovers a zombie problem in Laverstone. What do you do when RentoKill refuse to get involved? Dust off your saber, that's what.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Dead Rite chapter 169.01

Dill pressed the end of
the cable into his arm, feeling the hard plastic connector dig
through the flesh at the back of his neck. He wasn't entirely sure
what it was supposed to achieve, but he'd seen enough films in his
lifetime to know this was the only way to jack in.

“What exactly are you
doing?”

Dill jumped at the
demon's voice, unaware he'd even entered the room. He looked around
guiltily, but there was no disguising the wire protruding from his
neck. The demon was leaning against the wall next to the door, one
leg crossed casually over the other so that the toHe swallowed,
completely needlessly. “I was trying to access the computer.
Jacking in.”

“Ah. Clever.”
Jasfoup pushed himself away from the wall and came forward. “Are
there I thought you were jacking off.”

“Ha-ha.” Dill
reached behind his head and tugged out the end of the wire. “It
didn't work, anyway. Not that I thought it would but–”

“It looks cool.”

“Yeah.” Dill
grinned. “How did you know?”

“In your place I
might have done the same. Jagged a wire into my brainstem, Got a
cheap high from hydrangea flowers. Designed a supercomputer with a
mobile access protocol to hack any system it can get close to.” He
shook his head, a wry smile on his face. “There only one difference
between you and me.”